Twenty-seven
Book Title: "Watchmen"
Author: Alan Moore/Dave Gibbons
Page Count: 424
First Published: 1986/7
Summary: When one of their own is killed, a group of outlawed superheroes begins to investigate into his murder and uncovers a plot that is bigger than all of them. (okay don't shoot me, read Wikipedia for a better summary.)
Rating: superfunk - golden - sweet - blah - superblah - blergh
From reading this journal, you might get the impression that comics aren't for me. This isn't quite true. I once spent a whole night at a friends house reading "The Killing Joke" over and over after she'd gone to bed. I love movies based on comic books. It's just the whole picture AND words thing that gets to me. I like words-only better. But "Watchmen", I have to admit, works in this medium only. (I watched the movie after, and though it was nice to see how faithful it was to the source - save the ending - it just didn't click the same way. Though Bowie's in it. That was a nice touch.)
So I thought this was awesome. Couldn't put it down, to be honest. I loved the many layers of narration, the tidbits after the actual story, the characters, both as humans and as superheroes, the history, everything really.
And now I've worked through the whole backlog of entries that piled up during the last few days, and I'm going to take a shower, and go for a walk with "The Birds", I'm afraid, and to round it all off: I HATE Daylight Savings Time. HATEHATEHATE. Couldn't go without mentioning that again.